Stop It!

I don’t know what my problem is

How about you?

I struggle and I shift

grasping for certitude

incoherently insisting on coherence

as if it could ever be clear

rambling on about how important it is

to be concise

My mind fidgets and flails

free floating agitation

looking for a place to land

And then I remember something

about impermanence and joy and fear

and the inevitable shift in the trajectory



and I begin

to stop it

just stop

and be less harsh

Settling In…


Settling in

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”


Safe and Soft

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.”OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

It’s safe and soft in here.

Looks Good to Me


It turns out that Bok Choy in a smoothie works really well.

Trying to Be…


At a distance

you can see more clearly

A  myopic inversion

A mind-ly excursion

Step back

and see more clearly

Relunctant Commentary

Wrong is not righted

by doing wrong

Revenge provides nothing

that lasts very long

The innocent pay and they pay and they pay

The facts and solutions just get in the way

The story is troubling, heart-breaking

and bleak

and mocks all the justice

we purportedly seek


What I Forgot

I forgot about the pain

but it remembered me

makes me wonder why it’s here

and what it claims to be

The food I eat may factor in

the way I walk

how I begin

Can’t pin it down

and, happily,


it may lift

and terminate this rift

between me

and lifelong bliss


And Yet, There Is So Much Good Stuff

With existential angst

I set myself apart

Wondering why and where and how

the horse got behind the cart

It seems so clear and cut and dried

and then it all can be denied

My comfort is, at least I tried

Though fate is on a slippery slide

Science fiction is our lives

What makes anyone believe?

My eyes, my ears, my soul,

my heart,

Simply put, cannot conceive

How any of this world can BE

But here it is, laid out,

a chart

hope and despair

in equal part


Hope With or Without Feathers

With the world the way it seems to be

Hope is sometimes hard to see

Springtime reminds me life renews

on schedule with no help from me

The sun arises on this day

My spirits seek to cut the gray

refusing to join in the fray

of negative destruction


Fruit Salad


Fruit salad with just a little Vegenaise for dressing.

Strawberries, kiwi, peaches, grapes, apples, banana and pecans